The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 105

Thalia’s Pov

I continued pacing the room while Brandon kept ranting and raising his blood pressure. Two hours passed since the surgery began. Nestor was busy updating us, on our angel and Josh. We were unable to see our baby one last time before the surgery because Josh threatened to withdraw the donation if we entered or were anywhere near the Theater or ICU. I couldn’t deny that it hurt, but our baby needed that liver, and any delay would mean her death.

Josh was never going to change, Brandon was correct, and that animal cherished the opportunity to see me cry. But I wasn’t going to feed into his anguish; I’d taken his punch with thick skin, and I wasn’t going to play his silly game after the operation.

I could hear Brandon’s respiration from where I was pacing because he was so enraged. He was so used to having the upper hand not being told what to do. He wanted to burst into the theater but I had stopped him, our daughter deserved a peaceful surgery and quietness. I was also hurt but the doctor was right. One of us needed to be the mature one. Josh was going to be lucky if I was going to grant him a more than two hours visitation.

I breathed in hard, panicking was not going to work, the transplant was going to be over twelve hours or more. I walked to the bed and took a seat but kept biting my nails.

“She was supposed to hear our voices before she got on that operating table or our beautiful faces but instead she was subjected to that ugly thing’s voice and face,” Brandon broke the silence.

“I know sweetheart,” I replied.

He stopped breathing erratically and smiled at me, “Did you just call me Sweetheart?”

“Yeah, ain’t we dating?”

He smiled, “it’s too safe, I want something naughty as my pet name.”

I closed my eyes and breathed in hard, “Sweetheart you will complain about your pet name after the surgery okay?” I said to him as I placed my hands on him. He nodded, the timing was so wrong for our petty fights. My phone beeped, he moved anxiously and inquired whether it was Nestor.

I looked at it and it was Dr. Wilson, the results were out. The mutated cells were replicating at a faster rate than normal. I quickly turned it off, I was not going to add more bad news on bad news. I had suspected the cells were probably trying to outrun the filtration.

“Who was it then?” he asked.

“Just the Secretary, she was just reminding me of the papers I have not yet signed,” I lied.

“Is she s*upid? Fire her, you just had a baby, how does she expect you to keep track of the company?” he asked.

“Brandon, I did not tell her about the delivery,” I replied.

“Just fire her.”

The door opened and a very tired-looking Nestor walked in, the man looked so overused. He had not slept for days.

“Nestor oooh my G o d when did you last sleep?” I asked.

“I will sleep when that baby is safe in your arms,” he replied.

“You my friend just got promoted to my chief security,” Brandon replied.

I turned and gave him a cold glare, Nestor was not trained for that, he was our pilot but we were abusing him. He took a seat and nodded, “No thanks boss, I am comfortable as the pilot. The theater is secure, and the surgeon said we have a lot of hours to go,” he replied.

“The hours are killing me,” I cried out.

“Just have faith, she is going to survive, you guys have not named her yet?” he asked.

I stared in Brandon’s direction, “We will name her as soon as she gets out of that operating room.” He replied. I smiled and held his hand. “Guess what?” Brandon asked.

“What?”

“Thalia and I are finally a couple, she is my first girlfriend, my first love,” he added. His statement made me tear up, I moved over and kissed him on his lips. Just like that, we changed from being p*ssed to smiling.

When I turned I found Nestor staring at us shocked with his eyes wide open. I was expecting him to be happy and congratulate us but he was looking at us like he had no idea we liked each other.

“Why are you looking at us like that?” Brandon asked?

“I thought you were going to die without confessing your love for her,” he replied.

“Are you s*upid!”

“To be fair Brandon, you have always been an arrogant d*ck that did not have the balls,” he added.

“What the..,” Brandon replied, trying to get up but I reminded him that he was h*oked to the machine. “Take that back or I will fire you!”

“Calm down,” I got in with a hint of laughter in my voice. I always liked it when Nestor called him by his first name. Usually, it was when he was saying something Brandon did not want to hear.

“Thalia, are you laughing?”

“No sweet Tiger, how does sweet Tiger sound to you?” I quickly changed the subject.

“I do not like it, and you Nestor are just Jealous,” he replied. Nestor chuckled.

A knock came at the door and Maggie walked in with what seemed to be packs of food, my tummy made a rumbling noise, I could smell the food from where I was seated.

“Good morning, I brought food, I’m very sure you guys have had nothing to eat for days,” she said.

“Good morning Maggie,” I replied with a smile.

“How is the little angel?” she asked.

“She is still in surgery.”

“Thank G o d, I said a little prayer for her. I am very glad her biological father agreed to donate,” she added and I only nodded.

She looked in Brandon’s direction and emphasized the need to put the baby’s interest first above our ego. Brandon only showed her fake teeth and grabbed the food. We thanked Maggie for the food while she moved to her son and began whispering something to him. Brandon pinched me and tilted my head. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“Nothing, can we all just go back to eating?” Nestor replied.